You'd never know.


Book by book,

Stacked upon my back,

How many more before I crack?

How many more before breathing and living

Are the abilities I lack?

They say that in stressful times

Desperation shines.

Then what happens when I hear the death bell chime? 

I swear I do, sometimes.

You'd never know,

that I just put on a show,

How many more books,

Until I choose to go?



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